Formica Rufa

.... crawl across the garden path covered with moss. Creepy-crawly, completely black. They dash off there and soon are back. I was intrigued. Then during night, from a deep sleep I woke in fright, for I was trapped in dreadful dream, in which I was Formica queen. I woke this morn, saw things amiss. It was my metamorphosis. Now I've abdomen and thorax where my head and six legs attach. I live in a dark earthy mound, in secret cell, all day confined, where there it is my task to lay Formica rufa eggs all day.